So anyways we're out in the duck boat and the lake's like glass and we're catching bass and sunnies. Nice big ones, and a lot of them too. Just then I looked across the lake and it looked like a flock of tweety birds were coming over the trees right at us. Hundreds of them, and as they got closer, they didn't look like tweetys anymore. They looked like bats, they were bats, and they were heading right for us! I froze. I don't like bats. I never did. Not since I accidentally grabbed one in my friend's treehouse 30 years ago. I never want to do that again.
They stayed for probably five minutes, but it seemed a lot longer. And then they were gone, the cloud disappeared. I looked at Rick, he looked at me (still frozen), then he laughed and threw his frog to the edge of the lily pads. |
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